Poison Ivy

Chapter Twenty-Seven: All Better

His fingers trailed down the bare skin of my waist to my hip and then back up and I sighed in content, closing my eyes and shuffling closer to him conspicuously. My heart was thrumming fast in my chest, matching the speed of his, and, for a long while, our breathing, slowing down as we caught our breath, and our erratic hearts were all I could hear.

The silence gave me time to contemplate what Andy and I really were. He drove me insane and my anger amused him. I missed him when he wasn't around. And the ring he had given me. I still didn't know what it was he was promising me, but it certainly threw a spanner in the works to say the least.

"Andy..." I spoke quietly, so as not to disturb too much of the comfortable silence.

He hummed low to let me know he had heard, his close proximity meaning it reverberated in my ear and sent a cool shiver down my spine.

I closed my eyes, images of what had just happened flashing in my mind and I smiled softly to myself, shaking my head. "It doesn't matter." I told him.

His fingers stopped its repetitive yet soothing journey momentarily as he gripped my hip gently with his hand and pulled me closer. "You've redecorated."

I blinked my eyes open, fidgeting in his hold, turning to face him. "I've what?"

He half-grinned at me, his eyes flashing in amusement. "Redecorated."

"Oh, uh... yeah?" I replied dumbly, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Oh no," he started laughing and I grew even more confused, staring hard at him.

"What now?" I asked, a little agitated.

He took a deep breath, calming himself down, before replying. "Please don't tell me this is a drunk Ivy prank." He slipped his hand away from my hip, leaving a disappointingly cool invisible hand print in its place, gesturing to my room.

"Hey!" I scowled, scrunching my nose up at him. "It's not that bad, is it?"

He chuckled deeply, a crooked grin forming its way to his lips. "No, it looks nice, more spacious... but for a second there you looked like you had no idea what I was talking about."

I huffed, shrugging. "Well you said redecorated, but all I've really done is move the bed and chest of drawers around."

"What can I say? Interior design makes me super hard." He joked, waggling his eyebrows.

"Oh, shut up," I grin, nudging his arm playfully.

Andy retaliated by nudging me back, smirking at me. "No." he chuckled.

"Yes," I giggled, nudging him again.

A deep chuckle rumbled out of his throat, warming me, as he said 'no', nudging me again.

"Yes!" I cried, pulling my arm back – and, judging by the fact that Andy toppled off the bed, yelped, and then winced, I hit his arm pretty hard. Woopsie.

I jolted up, grabbing the sheets to hide my modesty as I leant over to look down at him.

"What the fuck, man?" He was holding a hand to his shoulder, groaning before looking up at me.

"What are you calling me a man for?" I folded my arms across my chest, though I was putting the huffiness on a little bit.

He looked at me as if I was stupid before laughing and saying incredulously "Because you fucking punch like one."

I was a little concerned for him, after brutally knocking him off the bed when I had only mean to be joking around with him, but I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a sense of pride at having done just that.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, a small smile creeping onto my lips.

Andy rubbed it gingerly, nodding. "Yeah." He cocked his head to the side, a crooked grin on his face. "I guess you'll have to come kiss it better."

I smirked down at him, dropping the sheets so my chest was exposed and I shuffled over to the edge of the bed. "I guess I will."

Before I even had a chance to stand and drop down to where he was sitting after his fall, he had reached up and grabbed my hands, pulling me down onto his lap. He smiled at me as I pressed my lips to his arm, murmuring "you poor thing" to him.

"All better?" I grinned and he nodded slowly before smirking at me.

"Thanks, but there's somewhere else that hurts too."

I looked at him and he motioned his head with a slight incline downward.

I followed his gaze, momentarily confused, before catching on to what he was implying.

I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. I bit back saying 'you should go see a doctor about that' and instead said "You're pushing it Mr."

I smiled at him, placing my hands on his thighs, caressing them slowly.

"It's worth a shot," he bit his lip, grinning. "Are you just in a good mood today or have the poptarts got something in them that turns you on, and, if so, where can I buy 5,000 crates of them?"

I continued caressing his thighs, shooting him a sly grin and he groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. "All talk and no foreplay makes Andy a horny boy." He breathed out.

"What was that?" I hummed, leaning down to kiss the top of his inner thigh.

"You're killing me here, Poison."

I grinned, supressing my chuckle as I drew closer.

In that moment I felt powerful, knowing that he wanted me but also knowing I could pull away at any moment and decline him his satisfaction. A crazy power trip it might be, but it was a rush of femme fatale that I hadn't felt in so long. I wish I could prolong the feeling of being in control, but I couldn't wait any longer, because I wanted him, too. Again.

I took him in my hand, which elicited a groan from him. I bet I could play him like an accordion.

I nearly admitted to him that I hadn't really done this before, willingly, but I kept my mouth shut, and did my best to hide my nerves. I wanted this to be good, not just for him, but for me. I wanted it to seem like I knew what I was doing, and that I could do it well, not like I was some clumsy teenager.

You can do this. After all, he's a guy, he's gonna like it either way, right? How can you go wrong with a blow job? I almost giggled at that.

"I'm gonna make it all better." I said, my voice managing a surprisingly sexy purr, and I shot him a grin, which he returned, before leaning forward.